Phew, it's been two months since the last update of this story. Ugh, damn it! I wish I could finish my chapters faster :(
Warning! This chapter can be triggering/shocking to some of you, so please take caution and keep in mind that this is fiction and not real.
- ACT I -
Chapter 6 – Bitter Truth
It was dark inside the bedroom when Misaki woke up from his slumber. Even though it wasn't time to get up yet, Misaki couldn't sleep anymore; for some reason, it felt as though something wasn't right. He tried to rub his eyes, but his attempts were futile as he couldn't move his hands. It was right then that he realized that something was holding them down, preventing them from moving.
Misaki opened his eyes further, trying to see what was going on. His eyesight was blurry and limited as he hadn't gotten used to the dark yet. As the teen tried to move his arms, he noticed that what kept his wrists together felt warm. It almost felt like someone was holding his wrists together with his hand.
'Wait, it can't be…' Misaki began to struggle more, flailing and kicking as he tried to get away, but he stopped when he felt weight on top of him. Squinting, he managed to recognize the shape of a male body on top of him.
"Sto—" A hand covered the brunet's mouth, making it impossible to cry out. As the man lowered himself, Misaki could see the features of a familiar face. Bluish eyes shone in the faint light that started filtering through the curtains, and Misaki panicked.
It was Jeff who had trapped him.
Jeff smirked as he retracted the hand holding Misaki's wrists. "Stay quiet, Takahashi-kun," he whispered, grinning wolfishly when Misaki tried to pry his hand away from his mouth, "You wouldn't want to wake dear Lillian or Emi, would you?"
Instead of listening to his master, Misaki only began to struggle more. He soon realized that he was no match for Jeff's strength, but that wasn't enough to make him give up. His eyes widened when he noticed a piece of cloth Jeff took out of his pocket.
This couldn't be happening. Didn't Jeff make a promise to him?
Only for a moment, Misaki got the opportunity to inhale through his mouth, but he didn't have time to scream as the piece of cloth was pushed down his throat, nearly choking him. His hands were held together by Jeff's large hand before he drew out a second rag and tied it around the boy's thin wrists. The only thing Misaki could still do was kick, which had absolutely no effect.
Studying the other's face carefully, Misaki tried to read Jeff's thoughts. He had no idea what was going on inside of the man's head, but one thing was certain: it was no good. It wasn't possible that Jeff was actually going to…rape him?
'No, please,' the brunet pleaded in his head, 'Tell me I'm wrong. Please tell me that he is just playing with me.'
Not a single word fell from Jeff's lips. Instead, he merely stared at the squirming boy beneath him, who was obviously freaking out. The spark of sadism within Jeff found this incredibly amusing to watch, but another part of him was losing its patience.
Somehow, seeing that kind of vulnerability turned him on. It was a sick thought, but he didn't mind.
Lowering himself a bit more, Jeff placed his lips over Misaki's covered ones. He drew back just as quickly and ran his hand over Misaki's neck.
"I would love to kiss you if I could," he said with a wicked smile, "But I'm afraid you will cry out if I undo that rag. It's such a shame, really."
As anger boiled within him, Misaki growled into the cloth. Even though he was scared, the way Jeff was talking pissed him off. How could this man dare to do something so horrible to an innocent person? What had Misaki done wrong?
"I won't ask you again if that's what you want."
Realization hit Misaki when he tried to memorize what his master had promised. Jeff said that he wouldn't ask him to do something weird again, so did that mean that he was going to do whatever he wanted without Misaki's permission? Was that the hidden meaning behind his words? Thinking about it more only reawakened the fear. Clenching his eyes shut, Misaki desperately tried to make himself believe that he was having a nightmare.
However, upon opening his eyes, the teen saw Jeff's tall frame still towering over him.
Jeff's lips formed into another grin. "This isn't a dream, Takahashi-kun," he reassured, reading the boy's mind, "I can prove it…and I will."
"Mmnn!" Misaki's scream was muffled and ignored. His eyes widened in terror when Jeff unbuttoned his pajamas, letting the fabric fall to his sides. A hand ran over his chest, but the shivers only disgusted Misaki rather than arousing him. It wasn't normal to be touched by another guy like this, especially since he didn't want this to happen in the first place.
"I wonder if every part of your body is so fair and beautiful," Jeff whispered as his eyes stared intensively at the tanned skin beneath his fingers, "You know, you're really the first guy I've ever been attracted to. Before, I never would've believed that I would enjoy touching another man like this, but here I am." Pulling down Misaki's pajama bottoms and boxers, he squeezed the tip of Misaki's cock.
"Nnhh!" Trying to resist the pleasure, Misaki tossed his head to the side. He couldn't let this pervert's touch turn him on.
Still, it was not up to him to decide how his body responded to the sensations, and soon his manhood started to harden. The sight made Jeff chuckle darkly.
"It seems as though you are enjoying this as well, Takahashi-kun. What a naughty little maid."
Misaki felt even more disgusted by every word that left his master's lips. How a person could do something like this without feeling the tiniest bit of guilt was beyond him. Regardless of how much he respected and liked Jeff before, he currently hated the man.
Ignoring the glare Misaki sent him, Jeff brought his hands to his own trousers and undid the button. He was dressed in one of his suits and didn't bother taking of any other piece of clothing aside from his pants, which he pushed down along with his underwear. His cock was already hard, pre-cum spilling from the tip.
"You did a very good job yesterday, but I'm sure it will feel even better when I'm inside of you." Jeff pumped his erection a couple of times while he eyed Misaki's naked body. Then, he forced the brunet's legs apart and pressed the head against the entrance.
Misaki began to panic once more. Even though he had never had sex with another man before, he couldn't imagine that being fucked raw was something pleasurable. Besides, his mind was most certainly not ready for this. He closed his eyes and turned his head away, not wanting to look at the man on top of him. His silent pleas could not be heard because of the rag, leaving him with no other option than to pray that Jeff would stop.
Yet, in the back of his head, Misaki knew that his prayers were in vain.
A sharp pain coursed through the teen's body when the first inch of Jeff's cock was forced inside of him, stretching the ring of muscles around his opening. Misaki's body jerked, a hiss escaping him.
'Stop, please pull it out. I don't want this,' Misaki pleaded in his head. He felt so…so filthy. Not only was he having sex with another man, but it was also completely against his will. What had he done to deserve such a punishment?
Jeff was grinning hungrily, but the poor brunet failed to notice this as his eyes were closed from the intense pain. Large hands gripped Misaki's slender sides, sliding down his hips and squeezing the skin harshly.
"You're so tight, Takahashi-kun," he spoke hoarsely, "I love how you're clenching around me."
'Don't say that.'
Teeth found the skin of Misaki's chest and bit a patch of it, leaving a small red bite mark just below his right nipple. The boy wriggled and twisted as Jeff continued to leave bite marks and hickeys, moving to his belly and marring the delicate skin. It was as though he was showing Misaki that he was in charge and that the teen belonged to him.
A soft snicker could be heard and Misaki growled in irritation, but his breath turned quick when Jeff thrust inside him roughly, almost making him cry out. It felt like his inner walls were tearing, causing a strange stinging warmth to envelop within him. Perhaps it was because he was bleeding from the roughness of his master's actions. Misaki didn't know what to think anymore; he just wanted this to be over quickly.
However, unlike his victim, Jeff didn't mind taking his time. He loved the heat and softness and tried to bury himself as deep as possible into the little housekeeper's body. His tongue had replaced his teeth, licking the red and purple marks on Misaki's skin. Without a doubt, Jeff was admiring the brunet's entire being. He pounded into the teen faster, smirking against his skin.
Misaki could only faintly feel the burning down below; the pain had caused his nerves to go numb. Still, the shame he felt only grew with each movement his master made. There was no way Misaki could ever forget about this. No, this was going to haunt him, perhaps even for the rest of his life.
Jeff was leaving a scar that couldn't be ignored.
When a certain spot within him was pressured, Misaki felt a sudden spark of electricity shoot to his lower regions. It wasn't painful, but that made it all the more mortifying. Refusing to believe that he was actually starting to feel good, Misaki tried to ignore the intense impulses as Jeff continued to hit his prostate successfully.
Tears had filled Misaki's eyes and he was biting the rag in his mouth to restrain the moans that threatened to escape. There was no way in hell that he would give his master the idea that he was enjoying this. It didn't matter how eagerly his body was responding. It didn't mean a thing that Misaki's erection was as hard as could be and spilling colorless fluids. No matter what every part of his body was telling Jeff, Misaki hated what was happening to him.
Groaning in pleasure, Jeff let his eyes wander to Misaki's manhood before looking at the teen's face. "You're responding so shamelessly," he whispered teasingly, "Does it feel that good? Honestly, I never thought you were such a slut."
'Shut up! Stop talking and just go away!' Mentally screaming these words full of hatred, Misaki felt how Jeff's movements were becoming irregular and sloppier. It relieved him a bit as he knew that the man was about to cum. Yet, his fear didn't falter.
Jeff leaned down to get closer to Misaki. "Open your eyes," he ordered, "I want you to look at me."
Misaki shook his head in protest, but he couldn't help but obey when Jeff gave a deep, rough thrust. His wet eyes couldn't form clear eyesight because of all the tears, but Misaki could tell that Jeff was having a satisfied look on his face.
"You look absolutely wonderful like this," Jeff said, interrupting the boy's thoughts. He grew breathless as he moaned softly, biting his lip as he spilled his seed. The whiteness painted Misaki's walls, the foreign feeling making him shiver. Once he was done, Jeff sat up and slowly pulled out of him. As he noticed how the tears rolled down Misaki's cheeks, he smiled and stroked the teen's cheek.
"Takahashi-kun, don't you ever forget what I did to you this morning."
The words reached Misaki's ears, yet he didn't quite get the message. It didn't really matter anyway, as it was not possible to erase these memories from his mind.
Accepting the silence as a positive response, Jeff undid the rag around Misaki's wrists. The brunet's arms didn't move and nothing happened when the man took the other piece of cloth out of Misaki's mouth. The teen only lay there, silently crying as his body was exhausted and numb from what his master had put him through.
With a final, short kiss on the lips, Jeff got off the bed and redid his trousers. He spared his victim one last glance before he left the room, leaving him there like a broken porcelain doll.
Meh, I don't know if this was any good. Besides, I don't like angsty smut :/
Anyway, thanks for reading and please review, even if it's just a few words!